Be Prudent, And If You Hear, *

Butterflies Are But Flowers That Blew Away One Sunny Day When Nature Was Feeling At Her Most Inventive And Fertile.

Anything We Destroy In Ourselves We Destroy In Others. Our Falls Lower Others And Throw Them Down; We Owe It To Our Fellows To Keep Upright, In Order That They Too May Keep Their Feet.

Experience Is Always A Trustworthy Guide; It May Not Tell You Everything, But It Never Lies.

It Is Sad, No Doubt, To Exhaust One's Strength And One's Days In Cleaving The Bosom Of This Jealous Earth, Which Compels Us To Wring From It The Treasures Of Its Fertility, When A Bit Of The Blackest And Coarsest Bread Is, At The End Of The Day's Work, The Sole Recompense And The Sole Profit Attaching To So Arduous A Toil.

It Seems To Me That The Earth Belongs To God Who Made It And Entrusted It To Men As A Perpetual Home. But It Cannot Have Been Part Of His Plan That Some Men Should Be Ill With Overfeeding And That Others Should Die Of Starvation. No Matter What Anyone Can Say They Cannot Prevent Me From Feeling Sad And Angry When I See A Beggar Crying At A Rich Man's Door.